Current mood:	sad
Current music:	Tim Lahay and Jerry B. Jenkins- Glorious Appearing

Everyone who reads this will probably think I'm insane. Fair warning, just to let you know. If you really know me that doesn't come as a surprise.

My Uncle Gary has esophageal cancer and we've known it for a while now. Yesterday we got word that he had been admitted to the hospital a few days earlier and he was having some respiratory problems. Today (technically yesterday) we were told he was taken to ICU with even worse problems. It was about 10 last night I was at my brothers house and we got a phone call from my mom. The first thing I thought when the phone rang was My Uncle was dying. When I first found out he had cancer I had thought he wouldn't survive it. Fatalistic I know but I will say I prayed and hoped and supported as much as I could, hoping that he would be healed and the cancer would be beaten back...

He's not going to make it. The cancer is inoperable basically. If they did operate he would bleed out on the table and die and if he did survive the surgery he would most likely never heal and his death would be drawn out and very painful. We have no idea what they, my Grandparents and other Aunts and Uncles down in Texas will do or what Gary will decide. I knew he wouldn't survive this. Family history is against him. Anyone who has had Cancer on my mom's side has not survived.

I guess I'm asking for prayers for my Uncle. I know many of you are not religious at all but if you find it in your hearts I, my family, and my Uncle would appreciate it.